How I Found God on a Mountain Top
Over the top!
He (God that is) then had to save me a few more times on the way down that mountain, because I simply could not do it for myself. No-one could. And bizarrely, it did not matter to me whether I survived or not. All that mattered was that He turned up. You see, once I had met Him He had proved who He was, and my future, or lack of it, was very much of secondary importance. All that mattered was, He IS and that demanded all of me. If that sounds strange to you, do not be alarmed; it did to me for several years after the event, but I knew it was true.
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